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MUSE: Yutori

NAME: Koide Ruka AGE: 26 SPECIES: Shapeshifter GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Gay PROFESSION: Musician (guitarist)

[ PHYSICAL ASPECTS ]

BODY TYPE: slim HAIR: dyed blond EYES: black (but wears blue contacts, almost always, when working) SKIN: light skin tone HEIGHT: 165cm

[ FAMILY ]

SIBLINGS: a twin sister, an older sister, and an older step brother. PARENTS: divorced, both alive CHILDREN: none (yet) ANY PETS?: two dogs (a chihuahua and a samoyed)

[ LIKES ]

COLORS: red, orange, green, blue SMELLS: any flower, mint, chocolate FOOD / DRINKS: tea (he has no favorite food/dish) ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: yes [] || rarely [x] || no [  ] FAVORITES: books, documentaries, photography, classical music, themed coffee shops

[ OTHER DETAILS ]

stage name: ruby birth name: zhang huifen nicknames: shanghai princess, jang ruby position: main dancer, vocal & rapper nationality: chinese birthplace: shanghai, china birthday: 25th october 1998 zodiac sign: scorpio known family: - trainee period: 2 years and 10 months official height: 168cm blood type: a mbti: infj special skills: touching the opposite side of her ear (ref: x), making bird chirping sounds hobbies: food hunting, dancing, shopping, watching movies favorite food: ramen, black pepper beef stir-fry favorite color: vermillion red role models/inspirations: lily, jin xing ideal type: someone who is thoughtful and kind

facts:

prior to debuting, she was featured in quantum’s error music video as the female lead

she was the brand ambassador for vivlas cosmetics from august 2020 to february 2021

she helped choreograph the dance for andromeda’s comeback, dreams come true

she danced to lily’s genie at her audition

she likes horror/thriller movies

she loves cats

she keeps a notebook to track all the best places to eat

she recently picked up pole-dancing

she is incredibly flexible

she loves horror/thriller movies

she is very organised and can’t stand when her living space is messy 

THE ARTIST   |   seeing beauty, creating beauty.

ability to bring ideas and concepts to life

becoming totally fearless in your expression

the producer

as an ARTIST, you need to create in order to feel truly alive. full of ideas and visions, you’re driven by the desire to express yourself and transform the world around you.

The ARTIST type lives in the space between the inner and outer worlds, and your gift is the ability to powerfully manifest what’s inside of you. that’s not always an easy task, but with it comes the capacity to create works that speak to others on a deep level and inspire new ways of seeing the world.

with your love of beauty and your connection to the senses, you have a strong aesthetic orientation and you crave well-designed environments. whatever creative field you end up pursuing, you tend to work best on your own and crave the independence that lets you freely follow your creative impulses. you’re at home in a state of flow—easily becoming so engrossed in whatever project you’re working on that you lose all sense of time and space.

your biggest challenge is working through creative blocks stemming from your emotional nature. You know well that in the “war of art,” fear and self-doubt are your biggest enemies. practice diplomacy instead of waging war, and you’ll learn to turn enemies into trusted allies pointing you in the direction of creative greatness; in other words, listening to your fear can tell you exactly what you need to do.

             'Hardly, my dear friend.'

     He does not see the rot in death, besides the loss of life.     It’s a peace. A gift he should have long since been gran-     ted. By way, he thinks, of divine right. A scoff escapes his lips. 

    Divinity was never on his side. GOD, was never on his side. He was not at all a religous man, and nor was he a foolish man. He blames no one for his misfortunes, only he; you write your own fate. But the days are long and the nights are longer. He finds it quite sad, Remus does, that his wolfsbane is stale. Tasteless. He'sbeen drinking it most his life, never a chance for anything else. He fears if he lets it go now, nothing will taste the same. His brandy, a meal, the air. Everything he is has been so...temporary. As if he were meant to die long before.

She does not speak, and therefore he has to assume her curiosities by ways of her eyes.

                            Was it not his turn?

( 30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ) ( ask )

What are their chief tension areas?

      In the years between 1961 and 1971, Remus John Lupin was bitten by Fenrir Greyback, puncturing the bottom blade of his left shoulder to which his unhinged jaw reached the curvature of Remus’ right neck. He survived. In the years between 1971 and 1978, Remus John Lupin attends Hᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛs Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ W & W, meeting the Marauders, and consequently gaining three new brothers. Who, of which, sling their arms across his shoulders, jostling and playing rough. He survived. In the year of 1981, Remus had consequently lost all of his brothers in the First Wizarding War. He survived. There was no longer a weight on the back of his neck, but a strange tinge that held his posture down. Leaving him particularly to feel a burning sensation, when something was enclosing problems upon him, on the back of his neck. It’s not the scar either, where he’s long since been bitten, it’s the lack of arms weighing him down, jostling and playing rough. The back of his neck now burns.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

       Remus is an ᶦᶰᵗʳᵒᵛᵉʳᵗ, excelling in avoiding situations where he has to be the center of attention. Although he does love company, it’s not to be mistaken for the extrovert. 

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

i.

   i die same as the sun.

ii.

   perhaps you do not deserve love.

iii.

   i wish you weren’t just memories.

iv.

   you are ashes and rust, soldier.

v.

    my open eyes are least awake.

vi.

Send me a single word(s) and I'll write a headcanon.

hatred

He thinks about hatingher she sends the final curse, Bellatrix Lestrange. He thinks about hating Peter Pettigrew the night he betrayed them all. He thinks about hating Dolohov, for the bite that seals his fate. And he does. The same hate, it breaks his bones and rids him into a monster of the night. But from the age of sixteen to his dying day, the one he truly can inflict this hatred upon is his back, with scars from his own hands, and his cheeks, with bruises from his own fist. 

loss

Remus sits, often, in Grimmauld Place. Ten, twenty, years after the war. The wars. It doesn’t matter where, truly. On the requited seats of the library, on the rusted floor of the attic. Some things were never meant to be, this he believes, but those four boys in the corridors of the great school; they were meant for infinite days. That he is very sure of. They deserved better, better futures, better choices. The werewolf thinks of these kings, and there is a single sorrow in their memory: that they are only memories. They never truly leave you. He’d smile, if he weren’t so alone on the requited seats of the library, on the rusted floor of the attic. 

pain

         death  headcanon

          EDWARD REMUS LUPIN  

                          ' t e d d y '

when remus died, he left his son four letters; the first in the defense against the dark art's room within his old desk. the parchment spoke of his love. for the memories in hogwarts, for wizardry, for the love that stood in war, for nymphadora tonks, for sirius black and james potter and peter pettigrew. a letter that held the light. his first apology, that he could never be there to see his child off on the platform.

the second in grimmauld place, where remus would have raised his child. the parchment spoke of memory. for the boy not waste his time, adding scars to his heart. to forever remember the war and how to live past it. how he himself lived when all there was, was talk of traitors and how could you and i always knew you were a traitor and goodbye. his second apology, for there was no justification to a man leaving his son alone in the world with nothing to his name.

the third, in the shrieking shack. a letter of self deprecation. for every night on a full moon, for the selflessness and love of his friends, he ran his nails down his own back. where remus mistook himself for the enemy. he reminds teddy, though, of the three brothers he had to save him from the moon. three suns, that found him every night; rescued him every night from himself. there in the letter found itself a picture of the marauders. this was his third apology, for never being allowed the opportunity of being teddy's first friend.